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There is a truism in golf. Whenever you miss a shortish putt, you can guarantee that on the next hole you will be faced with a similar shot...it is a psychological war! Tomorrow, La Bandita and I are flying to Prague for a few days. I used to live there, and La B has never been. Tomorrow will be her 10 months from quitting. All good. This morning I had a text from my Mum. She lives alone in Cyprus. She is in hospital. A nose that won't stop bleeding. She has COPD. Not quite so good. I spoke with her and her nose has been packed, (very painful, I'm told) and she is likely to be there for a few days. We discussed me coming to Cyprus and decided no. Not right now. However, clearly some big discussions and decisions will need to be made pretty soon. Still with me? Finally..the test. As you may imagine, I'm concerned about my Mum. Worried. Stressed. Upset. Yep all of those. I started packing for the trip to Prague and dug out a good coat, suitable for a Czech winter. What should be in the pocket? Why 20 Rothmans of course. Feeling stressed, La Bandita out, just me and this unexpected packet of cigarettes. What else could possibly happen? I opened the packet, pulled the foil, and held the packet under the tap, before throwing them in the bin. How the **** was a cigarette going to help me?
